Had this been a love story,
It would've ended happily
And we would've written our history
Had this been a movie
We could've shown the world,
The blazing tail of our glory
Had this been a song
They'd know how you did me wrong
Whilst I bled to death
And my blood made you strong
Had this been a book
They'd read the shenanigans of our youth
And why I fell in love with you;
Why the ground beneath me shook
Had this been a clock,
Time would've run out for us;
Before I could even utter "tick-tock"
Had this been a house
It would've crumbled with the squeak of a mouse
"For better, or for worse", you promised
But the pillars of that abode lie demolished
You swore me as your spouse,
So why am I left staring at the debris of our house?
Had this been...
This being you and I
To tear us apart, they tried
But little did I know,
You had sided with them long ago.
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Musings
PoetryThese are the 2 A.M. words strung together by an overburdened brain and a hopeless heart. It was meant to be reassuring (in some ways) , to calm the bathetic mind. But it has also been plagued by the otherworldly thoughts. Which, of course, may not...
